The Soup Kitchen of the Mind

Again he lay himself upon the grassy fields in hopes of sleeping through starry nights. His mind drifted, at first slow, but eventually sped up. In time, is thought process was at full speed,and falling into sub-lucid states of awareness. Again, Nicholas looked at his jar of dust. He had been collecting it as the ripples tore larger and larger. Nobody ever seemed to notice, and this perplexed him even more so.

“If I think, then I am.” He said to himself.

“But if I am thinking that I am, am I really it? Me thinking implies doubt. If I know, I don’t need thought.”

And then, he understood.

His mind sprouted colors of every variation, in every direction, and intertwined into his thoughts. He created trees, clouds, the rain, and put it into perspective. Life bloomed in every corner of his mind, and it intertwined in a vivid reality of understanding; of universal oneness. All sound at once collided, creating the sound of pure astral energy. It sung from the oral tongue of enlightened sound, and created waves across the vivid projection of reality. As the mouth sung, the eyes saw. The eyes saw themselves as what they were seeing all together. The pupils of the void, containing a understanding big enough it easily comparable on a zelo-versal scale. Out side the bounds, Nicholas’s reality continued to grow. Colors would spread to places that never had color prior, and the sound of harmonic light would echo through said unseen places. Light would dance to the beat of the drums, and form it self as a being, slowly grasping the concepts of self awareness, ending its evolutionary process by floating into the the sky and beaming the beautiful light through cloudless to let the flowers grow. Rain would patter across the world, feeding those unable to move from their permanent homes in the ground, almost as if it they had eaten from the soup kitchen of the mind. Because the helpless was offered help, it soon got off its feet, and grew into maturity.

Nicholas opened his eyes, and looked at the sky. The constellations again spread out across the pre-daylight hours, creating visual representations of memories once passed.